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with annoyance then scan the room, seeing numerous empty me-chee chairs, ahead of me in crooked rows and columns.
    I giggle, nodding.
    I’m the last chair, dropping down from the Cubby Hole then flying up into the red room of mirrors. I had waited for the me-chee machine to count down the full fifteen seconds, after each posed academic question, since I didn’t answer two of them, ensuring a failing grade.
    My BPs would not be proud, or happy, at the moment, but they ain’t here with me, or Duchie, or Buffo.
    Usually, I answer, immediately, almost within ten or eleven seconds, brilliantly knowing the answer.
    But, this trip is not about my academic question, it’s about my actually qualify of life with Buffo.
    I scoot out the me-chee chair, stomping with both attitude and determination into the exposed archway.
    The opening shows numerous vertical rows of tall and wide green plants for miles and miles about two feet high, covering the entire soil.
    Please note, I’m only five feet high in total math numbers, so that’s 40 percent of me.
    The sky is blue with a yellow sun, no rain clouds. This looks like a good park place, so far.
    I giggle, skipping between the narrow aisles of the me-chee chairs, studying the many columns of big green plants. I hear, whimpering from a person then halt. I view the wall corner then gasp. I dash then squat, saying. “Lamis, what ya doing, here, with me?”
    Lamis sits in the wall corner away from the sunshine, wiping tears from her eyelashes. “I failed my academic questions…”
    I slide next to the wall, sitting and patting her arm. I softy say. “That’s okay! I failed, too, so I’m here, too, with ya. We can go and do ‘the thing’ and then come back and leap back into the Cubby Hole.” I nod and encourage Lamis to finish the red color tone, since I am in a hurry to leave then beat upon Duchie for taking my guy.
    Lamis shakes her curls, viewing the floor. “I failed. I couldn’t get the right answers. I answered all the questions, both hoping and praying, that I had reached the 75 percent to pass into the blue color tone. I wanted to make it into the blue color, making my parents, so proud of me. I studied, so hard, every day. I should’ve stopped at the green color tone with the first question then I’d have stayed inside the green color tone. I knew the answer to the first question. The first question is easy,” she tosses her hands then wipes her tears. “Now, I’m stuck, here, inside the red color tone with the other teens. This is my home and the home of my parents, so I guess that I will stay home here, foreverly. I’ll become a slaughter princess, like my mama,” she sobs with tears.
    I frown with sadness, patting her arm. “Naw, there’s always hope. I missed my academic questions, too. I hope to get out of here, too. There’re plenty of chances of getting the 75 percent on the next round of academic questions, when we return into the Cubby Hole. Let’s figure out ‘the thing’ then get back…”
    “Rincon said, differently.”
    I exhale, shaking my curls. “And, Rincon is only a teen, not an adult. And, Rincon is not always right. Believe me! I’m always wrong, too, sometimes. Look, let’s stand and explore the park place. Ya need to calm your shaky nerves and relax your neurons, before going back into the Cubby Hole and conquering it,” I assist Lamis to stand.
    We walk towards the archway.
    I nod, smile, saying. “Okay! We stroll around the park place, spying on the other teens and looking for ‘the thing’ to do...”
    “Ah, cotton fields.” Lamis stops inside the archway, smiling at the green plants.
    I frown with confusion, surveying the miles and miles of tall green plants. “See, ya sound, very intelligent over me about these ugly green plants.” My boot stomps on the soft white ball, smashing its guts into the concrete flooring. I stop, lifting my boot, staring at the white puff of roundness. I squat then stare. “Lamis, what in